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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
These are the writings from a place of acceptance of independence, and singularity.
Celebration of mistake made, greatest lessons only ourselves can teach.
A bridge between letting go of our egotistical ideals and rediscovering common sense.
Inspired by faults in our eyes.
For whom, in a quest; a journey that is inseparable from a soul.
Nothing is lost. Nothing is given. Nothing is forgotten. Nothing is absolute.
... I’m still breathing
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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I'm Still Breathing: Dead Language Gasping
Dead Language Gasping
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichCopyright
Copyright © 2019 by Adolf Jackson
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may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
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Digital Published in the United States of America.
First Printing, 2019.
Title and Author
I’m Still Breathing:
Dead language Gasping
Poems By: Adolf Jackson
Table of content
Table of content
HistoryThe LookOffice 107Neon GodI NeverStrangers In ParadiseNeededFaimChinese Love AffairStaticPhysicistLas Vegas DreamingWhy Won’t youThe Color wasn’t BlackInside JobVodkaMadeOnly I HeedWhat Do I Know?Beautiful Ghost3FlirtationTaxi DriverObviousDisturbedHibakujumokuMerely ThirstDoyenneDesdemonaDead PoetryGamesLost Within the WorldPoisonVision Without sightSelfish ActThe FamilyIn DarknessFather’s tongueJunk mailFatality of FancyJapanese SurpriseThis is Not YesterdayEmotional TurmoilA StarFrom a Real PlaceHey SkunkWhat Does it mean?Angels EyesDishesFigureheadItch1945MichaelLoophole
Acknowledgement
Acknowledgement
Nursery rhymes that refuse to leave when done serving their purpose, birth a rhythm that can only be described by words. Over the years many poems were read but only handful were understood. Connection was forge to the Neverland.
William’s Sonnets were observed and memorized, the intentions were to understand but instead I become.
What a new galaxy.
Discoveries from all this beautiful worlds within. Translated codes from the Far East were discovered through Shi. The verse in Shi extended my algorithm. Villanelle is another world that is yet to be understood. Limerick, of course, a class clown of this galaxy. Clueless from the unrecognizable corners of this earth. When I was lost I was rescued by Haiku. Love affair of the ages. Through Haiku, meaning was given to everything that I had written.
Many other worlds have yet to be fully understood. But Through poetry quest I met and fell in love with Rumi. Dante became a hero without equal. These stories within words became my refugee in sadness as well as in happiness. Poetry quest my Odyssey.
About the Author
This is Adolf jackson's first published work.
History
History
A greatest poet of them all.
A good bartender who never stops a brawl.
Greatest past time, older than American Pie and Baseball.
When we talk about the gods and everything we made history seem small.
After all is said and done, like a bartender: it will call the Last Call.
The Look
The Look
Don’t get so close to economy, you might get traumatized.
Ugly creature so heartless not to be idolized.
Getting close might leave you with 2nd degree burns like sun.
If you ever get in bed with economy, greed will be your love child.
Like a soldier, economy decide lives.
Health care so sweet from afar.
Its foundation is rooted in Vietnam.
Let me enjoy my burger and hell with the cow.
It is all calculated risk, these chemo-therapies leave lifetime scars.
No room for errors to avoid catastrophic outcome.
Unpredictable ticking time boom.
Freedom is a half breed child, lower your expectations.
Surgery performed was so violent that democracy is a product of C-section.
The wombs of the natives were gutted without any permission.
Fathered by civilized ideals, tough love giver.
Freedom a perfect mother apart from being a child beater.
Secrecy is a greatest human invention.
Unruly child was conceived; and come to be known as “Lies/deception”.
The only foundation we know for certain is corruption.
Adultery, cheating and stealing is all the outcome of miscalculation.
Finally the full answer as to why Love isn’t our invention.
What you think of politics, you must apply it to religions.
It is such a pity that people don’t even know their own history.
Many holes in logics of both teachings.
A reason based upon a gamble serve as understanding.
Pathetic reaction – awaits.
